2008 Woodie Awards
Hope for a better future: Chet's
Issue date: 1/17/08 Section: Opinions
There is something so quintessentially Union in the endurance of the much dreaded Thursday Morning. We wake up late rushing into class just in time to take our seats. Quickly our fellow classmates seated within a five-foot radius discover that a shower was not a particularly important part of our routine. Speaking softly, we hope desperately that the tequila shots of last night were merely a memory, as well as that unfortunate hook-up. With a brief roll of the eyes and a sigh under their breath to express disapproval of our antics from the previous night, our professors start class and the education continues uninterrupted. Ah yes, Wednesday nights, how we hold you dear. Wednesdays are not the only right of passage for the typical Union student: both the newly twenty-one and the most seasoned of veterans revel in the epic institution known commonly as Chet's.
It is this day most commonly referred to as hump-day in the "real world" that has transformed into something completely different and unique here at Union College. At the "U" these nights are something truly special where friends and classmates gather at the local watering hole named Chet's to forget about lab reports or term papers for those precious hours before the wail of the alarm clock thrust us back into our individual realities on Thursday. However, this illustrious downtime or tradition or whatever else you may wish to call it has come under threat by those who used to appreciate it most, Union College students.
As Chet's employees we tend to be laid back folk, perhaps maybe too laid back. This past fall we would open with optimism each Wednesday that our fellow students would come down for a drink, shoot the shit, and bask in the time of our innocence which many have labeled as youth; but few came. And although we value our loyal bar flies, thank you Adam Wolfe, unfortunately as a business we are losing money and our laid back tone has been replaced with puzzlement and nervousness. The puzzlement comes from not knowing why our fellow student fail to come to Chet's yet pack the "fine establishment" of Geppetto's; especially when all profits made at Chet's goes to fund Senior Week. The nervousness stems from the idea we might loose our jobs, but much more importantly our bar, thus kissing yet another beloved tradition at Union "Goodbye."
It is this day most commonly referred to as hump-day in the "real world" that has transformed into something completely different and unique here at Union College. At the "U" these nights are something truly special where friends and classmates gather at the local watering hole named Chet's to forget about lab reports or term papers for those precious hours before the wail of the alarm clock thrust us back into our individual realities on Thursday. However, this illustrious downtime or tradition or whatever else you may wish to call it has come under threat by those who used to appreciate it most, Union College students.
As Chet's employees we tend to be laid back folk, perhaps maybe too laid back. This past fall we would open with optimism each Wednesday that our fellow students would come down for a drink, shoot the shit, and bask in the time of our innocence which many have labeled as youth; but few came. And although we value our loyal bar flies, thank you Adam Wolfe, unfortunately as a business we are losing money and our laid back tone has been replaced with puzzlement and nervousness. The puzzlement comes from not knowing why our fellow student fail to come to Chet's yet pack the "fine establishment" of Geppetto's; especially when all profits made at Chet's goes to fund Senior Week. The nervousness stems from the idea we might loose our jobs, but much more importantly our bar, thus kissing yet another beloved tradition at Union "Goodbye."
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